I woke up the next morning still in Alexander’s arms, my body sore from the way he had f****d me into exhaustion the night before. The rose-gold collar felt heavier than ever against my throat. My pregnant belly pressed against his side, a constant reminder that I was carrying another one of his children.
He was already awake, watching me with those intense gray eyes.
“Morning, babygirl,” he murmured, his hand sliding down to rest possessively on my belly. “How are you feeling?”
The memories of the video and his confession crashed back into me. I turned my face away, fresh tears stinging my eyes.
“How do you think I feel?” I whispered. “You killed my mother.”
Alexander sighed and pulled me closer, refusing to let me pull away. His voice was calm, almost gentle, but I could hear the st
